When dad moved out to a frozen landThe tv was jumping and it didn't quite feel rightThe cards they came with pictures of frozen lightsAnd giant frozen sculpturesSo big right beside himCarved out of snowWe traveled all nightThe clouds fooled us into seeing snowAs far as we could seeBut it was summer and the sun came upAnd never went down for two whole weeks

My mom she cried about money and timeAnd how she felt olderI didn't understand muchShe left and I stayedMy dad played in the barI wondered if I looked like himHe was small evevn with boots onHe looked like an EskimoAnd we were in AlaskaIn the airport I had seen or imagined a mural of an arctic sceneWith seals and people that seemed nicer than meWhere they smoked and talked about the dissapearing ground

My dad was nice and seemed sorry for not being aroundHe left work early and took me to a skating rinkWhere all of the kids in the world could have beenI was scared and tall with skates onAnd my favorite jeansThere was a boy who wanted to skate with meHe held my handAnd we went aroundMore times I countedBy a mural of an Arctic sceneI was looking at my feet becauseIt was perfect and the air was cleanMy dad was thereIt was summer's last eveAnd that's how I choose to remember it